Talking the Things Them With Lady C

Poem Surviving The Condemners   Here I stand in the darkness, with my troubles on my forehead, worrying about the future, my ambitious desires and how to achieve them. So many mockers and  jeerers, no one seems to care about what really matters now, or the journey up yonder! With just one look, they make that judgement call, considering me a begger, a demonizer, or some foolish philosopher who just loves to talk. But, they care not to know, that I am a person with a good heart, just overcome by poverty and struggling to find my way out of the gutters, set by the hands of humanity. Many pronounce that violets are red. Others pronounce the sky is blue. Some wants chit-chattering, but to a fool like me, no one cares to say, howdy-do The media broadcasts daily killing sprees, as though, it was Christmas shopping in the stores of Macy's,  Thirteen years of age, robbing and stabbing strangers... just passersby, for no good reasons, and none of the educators, can see